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"hello" her voice sings A familiar melody That I can sing along to A song of summer days A dream of secrets Falling from those lips Where lust now lingers The color of stolen wine Sipped together in the shadows My hands twist braids From perfect silk Let me be caught forever In these fiery knots I lie with her In a bed of downy green The sweetest home I have ever known Her smell intoxicates me Sweet-like cotton candy God make me strong enough To deprive this rose of sunlight So maybe it will die Before the whole world sees And scorches it With words of fire maybe he will smother it With his subtle demands And glass kisses Teenage curiosity carries him Through my silence As I dream of her pale eyes Soft where he is hard What would it be like to kiss That pouting yielding mouth? She calls my name And talks of his hands Covering her body The finest Gown Would that it be my hands Would that it be my name To make her come alive With each word A petal falls I love her She loves me not I love her She loves me not I bet she tastes Like her favorite Strawberry lipgloss
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
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"hello" her voice sings A familiar melody That I can sing along to A song of summer days A dream of secrets Falling from those lips Where lust now lingers The color of stolen wine Sipped together in the shadows My hands twist braids From perfect silk Let me be caught forever In these fiery knots I lie with her In a bed of downy green The sweetest home I have ever known Her smell intoxicates me Sweet-like cotton candy God make me strong enough To deprive this rose of sunlight So maybe it will die Before the whole world sees And scorches it With words of fire maybe he will smother it With his subtle demands And glass kisses Teenage curiosity carries him Through my silence As I dream of her pale eyes Soft where he is hard What would it be like to kiss That pouting yielding mouth? She calls my name And talks of his hands Covering her body The finest Gown Would that it be my hands Would that it be my name To make her come alive With each word A petal falls I love her She loves me not I love her She loves me not I bet she tastes Like her favorite Strawberry lipgloss
haylee-padgett
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
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